Salt in our Wounds
by Lady Arcorna
Summary: Slash. Harry and Ron lead a happy life as successful Auror couple, but then their current target kidnaps Ron and things go very, very wrong ...
1. Right here in my Arms

Salt in our Wounds  
  
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Never have, never will be. All chapter titles are songs by HIM (a Finnish band) and aren't mine either.  
  
A/N: Okay ... this is three years after Hogwarts. Harry and Ron are both 20 years old and work as Aurors.  
  
Warning: This is slash (boy/boy love), so if that isn't your cup of tea, don't read it.  
  
Chapter 1 (Right here in my arms)  
  
Ron slowly cracked an eye open to avoid the sunlight that flooded the bedroom. He groaned and turned away, but a firm, yet gentle hand held him back.  
  
"It's about time for you to get up," Harry said.  
  
"Nooo," Ron whined and tried to turn, but no avail; Harry was, to Ron's dismay, taller and stronger than him now and could easily deal with his lover. The redhead pushed his hair out of his face and glared at Harry.  
  
"We have work to do," Harry said in a merry voice and left the room to go over to the kitchen where he was making breakfast.  
  
Ron sighed. Harry almost reminded him of Hermione with his passion for work; being an Auror was all right if you actually got to do something. Harry, however, refrained from letting the redhead do anything, but research. Ron wasn't sure why his lover never let him do anything. Did he do it because he thought that his boyfriend was too dumb or because he wanted to protect him? It was hard to tell. Finally the youngest Weasley boy decided to get up and get ready for work; Harry and Ron had never liked the other Auror's taste in fashion and so they usually went in colors that suited them. Ron usually took dark blue robes which made a nice contrast to his red hair and Harry liked green that complemented his eyes. The one Ron had chosen that day was especially gorgeous; it was midnight blue with golden stars at the sleeves and hem. Ron gently ran his fingers across the soft fabric, staring at it in awe; it was probably more expensive than anything he had ever owned. Harry had given it to him on their first anniversary which lay back five years now. They had often had to repair the beautiful robe, but Ron just couldn't part with it.  
  
"RONALD WEASLEY!"  
  
"I'll be right there!"  
  
Ron hurried to complete the task of taming his hair and joined Harry, who was reading The Daily Prophet, at the breakfast table.  
  
"He did it again."  
  
"Nooo," Ron whined. "Please, say that that was just a joke." They were talking about their current target, a dark wizard who loved playing tricks on Muggleborn and their families, but also all other Muggles he could get a hold of. At first they had been harmless, but now the first Muggleborns had been injured. Harry and Ron were pretty sure that the dark wizard had also used the Cruciatus curse on some of them, but they couldn't be entirely sure as most witnesses were too scared to tell them anything, anyway.  
  
"It's about ..." Harry's voice trailed off.  
  
"Who?"  
  
"Whoever it is, he performed the Cruciatus curse on Pansy Parkinson."  
  
"Well, who's that?"  
  
"RON! She was one of Malfoy's little friends! They were even engaged, but then they broke up because," Harry giggled, "he wanted to get married to Crabbe's cousin thrice removed on the mother's side."  
  
"I never knew you were one for gossip," Ron muttered.  
  
"Well, everyone knows, except you, but it's okay. I still love you, even if you're a bit dumb."  
  
"I'm WHAT?!" Ron's eyes widened until they were twice their usual size. "Phhh."  
  
Ron acted like he was offended, but Harry knew better than to believe it. It was just a little game between the two of them and they enjoyed it. They both got up and leaned over the table so that Harry was able to brush his lips against Ron's in a moment of sweetness.  
  
"We gotta go to work now," Harry finally said.  
  
"But Harry ..." Ron rubbed his chin, deep in thought. "Pansy Parkinson was in Slytherin. She's a Pureblood then. Why would our man hurt her?"  
  
They usually applied the expression 'our man' to their current target, even if it sounded strange to other people.  
  
"Right ... that's ... Ron, you're right! Well, I'm going to visit Pansy now and you are going to the library and look for some spells he might have used."  
  
"Why can't I come, too? Why ...?"  
  
"Ron! There is no time to argue now. We're already late." Harry quickly kissed Ron and grabbed his bag. "I'm seeing you later, Wheezy!"  
  
The darkhaired wizard had already vanished with a 'plop' before Ron could ask him any more questions.  
  
Wheezy ... Harry didn't use that name very often, just when he wanted to be especially nice or if he had to deny Ron something. The redhead sighed and grabbed his own bag, leaving the apartment the normal way. The Ministry with its library wasn't that far away and Ron needed some fresh air, anyway.  
  
Two hours later he was practically buried under a pile of huge spell and charm books; he sighed and kept looking at the pages, although he wwas so tired.  
  
"I hate this," he murmured, before his head made contact with the table.  
  
When he woke up it was dark and certainly night. How was he supposed to get out of the building now? And why was everything so soft now and ...  
  
"Bloody hell! Why did nobody wake me? Harry's gonna be so mad and-"  
  
"I'm not mad. Well, not anymore," Harry said softly.  
  
"You ... aren't?"  
  
"No." Harry placed a gentle kiss on Ron's brow. "And just in case you were wondering. You're at home and in our bed now. When I got home you weren't there. I was ... worried and went to the library and there you were. My little Wheezy ..."  
  
Ron curled up in Harry's arms.  
  
"I like how you say that."  
  
"I should say it more often then."  
  
They both knew that he wouldn't, but it didn't really matter. After a while they both fell asleep in each other's arms.  
  
TBC 


	2. Heaven Tonight

Salt in our Wounds  
  
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'll play with them and give them back just like they were before.  
  
A/N: Thanks for the reviews!!! ^___^ This chapter may be not very interesting, but it's necessary for background and such.  
  
Chapter 2 (Heaven tonight)  
  
The next morning Ron woke up in Harry's arms like always on their very few free days. The redhead sighed and snuggled closer to his lover. He loved the warmth Harry's body was radiating, loved the way Harry would wrap his arms around his waist so possesively and practically strangle him sometimes. Ron raised his hand so that he could see his watch; 11 AM, maybe, just maybe he could fall asleep again and act as though he had forgotten that they were supposed to have lunch with the Weasleys. Harry groaned and finally woke up; he, too looked at his watch.  
  
"Ron! Why didn't you wake me?"  
  
"I just wanted to forget that we have to go there. I'd rather stay here."  
  
"We promised your mum," Harry said sternly. "We **will** go."  
  
Ron sighed; it was useless to argue with Harry now that he was determined to go through with the plan. He got up and got dressed in a simple maroon robe that matched his pale skin and red hair. He stared at his reflection in the mirror; he was still thin with no muscles whatsoever and although the freckles had almost vanished his skin was still way too pale. Who was he? Who was that boy staring back at him?  
  
"Ron ..." Harry wrapped his arms around him from behind. "They won't find out."  
  
Ron pulled away and glared at his lover. "Do you know how difficult it is to lie to your parents?! To pretend that I don't love you?!"  
  
Tears trickled over Ron's face, making him look young and vulnerable. Harry stared at him for a moment, cursing himself that he had caused the one he loved most that pain.  
  
"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I know and it is hard for me, too, but we just have to keep it quiet until ..."  
  
"Until what?! Until Fred and George accidentally tell someone? Until my parents DIE?!"  
  
Ron's depression had made place for pure fury that made his ears and cheeks go scarlett. It had made him even more beautiful in Harry's opinion, if that was even possible.  
  
"Ron, please ... they wouldn't understand and you know that very well. I would like to tell them, too, but we just can't."  
  
"Why?"  
  
That simple statement was all it took for Harry to forget what he had just wanted to say. **Why?** ... a good question. He was almost sure that Ron's older brothers, Bill and Charlie, would understand and also Ginny. The twins already knew and it didn't change much for them, but what about Mr and Mrs Weasley? How would they react?  
  
"Where's the Gryffindor courage?" Ron sneered. "Obviously gone with the wind. Isn't it?"  
  
It wasn't like Ron to say such a mushy thing, but Harry understood what he meant; he faced mortal danger every single day at work, he had fought and defeated Lord Voldemort just a few years ago ... but he didn't have the courage to tell the Weasleys that he loved their son.  
  
"Don't you think they already know that something's going on?" Ron whispered. "Or why would ... the Dark Lord kidnap ME?"  
  
Harry winced; he hated the memory of that ... the day he had opened his eyes to find that Ron wasn't in his arms anymore, but a note that said where to find him.  
  
He shook his head as though to get rid of the memory.  
  
"I will tell them, if that is what you want."  
  
Ron suddenly let out a loud sob and threw himself into Harry's arms. "Please."  
  
Harry stroked his lover's back. "All right, let's get going, then."  
  
Ron snuggled closer to his boyfriend. They would always have each other, no matter what and the only place he wanted to be at the moment was Harry's arms. 


	3. Gone with the Sin

Salt in our Wounds  
  
Disclaimer: It's all JK's!  
  
A/N: Thanks for the reviews!  
  
Chapter 3 (Gone with the Sin)  
  
"Hello, my dears!" Mrs Weasley squealed and shoved Harry and Ron into the kitchen. She eyed Ron's hair and sighed. "You should really get a hair cut, Ron. If you just let me ..."  
  
"No! Mum, really, I like my hair the way it is."  
  
Mrs Weasley shrugged and went back to make lunch. Ginny came downstairs and Harry had to admit that Ginny was prettier than any other girl he had ever seen; her long red hair fell gracefully over her white shoulders and her dark eyes shone brightly. She was holding her baby, Anastasia, in her arms. She had gotten married to Neville two years ago and they were obviously happy. Ginny's brothers and parents hadn't been too happy when she had told them that she was pregnant at the age of eighteen, but since she was a married woman there wasn't much they could have done against it.  
  
"How is my favorite niece?" Ron asked and kissed his sister and the baby.  
  
"She stole Neville's wand AGAIN!" Ginny laughed. "And she bewitched her teeth so that they were growing and growing to no end and ..."  
  
But neither Ron nor Harry were listening to her really. They were more than nervous and they wished the twins would finally turn up so that they could ask them for help in case Mrs Weasley was taking the whole thing badly. They had both agreed that Mr Weasley would probably just leave the whole matter to his wife.  
  
"Where ARE they?" Mrs Weasley who had discovered that her sons were missing, too, grumbled. "One should mean that they ..."  
  
At that moment the twins Apparated with a rather loud 'plop'. Harry winced when he saw their outfits: Both had chosen bright yellow robes with purple pinstripes and pink Muggle-style hats.  
  
"You look ... great?" Ginny tried.  
  
"You are LATE!" Mrs Weasley grumbled.  
  
"Sorry mum," the said at once and hugged their mother.  
  
"Oh well, it doesn't matter, I suppose." To Ron it did matter; they had no time left to tell the twins.  
  
"Where's dad?"  
  
"He should be there soon. He took a Ministry car, you know."  
  
And indeed, a few moments later Mr Weasley entered the house.  
  
"Ah, Ron. Harry. I talked to Hermione today. She says she's sorry, but she is too busy to come today. Too much work ..."  
  
Ron sighed. Hermione was working with Ron's father, but she acted as though it was the most important thing in the world and she hardly had time for her friends anymore. It would have been nice to have her around though, since she knew about Harry's and Ron's secret, too.  
  
Finally everyone, including Neville who had arrived shortly after Mr Weasley, settled around the table and they started to eat. Ron hardley managed to get down something although the food was much, much better than what he cooked for Harry and himself usually.  
  
"Is anything wrong?" Ron's mother asked when they had reached dessert. "Don't you like the pudding?"  
  
"No, mum ... it's just ... Harry and I ... need to tell you something."  
  
"Will you have to move? Have you been promoted?"  
  
"No," Harry replied, his voice firm. "Mr and Mrs Weasley ... it's something else we have got to tell you."  
  
"What is it, Harry-dear?" Mrs Weasley replied.  
  
Fred and George looked at each other; they were pretty sure that they knew what their younger brother and his lover were up to.  
  
"Well ... I know this has to be so ... weird and bad for you, but ... we ... we are in love," Harry finally managed to say and took one of Ron's hands with both of his.  
  
Mrs Weasley didn't shout, nor did she say something like 'oh that's nice' and she didn't hurt either of them: She laughed.  
  
"That's a nice joke, Harry-dear. But now tell me what it **really** is!"  
  
"It's the truth, mum," Ron whispered.  
  
His mother stared at him in disbelief. "B-but ... RON! That's not TRUE!"  
  
"It is," Ron replied, tears falling over his pale cheeks. "I-I'm so-"  
  
"No, you are **not** sorry," Fred spoke up. "You **love Harry and ..."  
  
"Shut up, Fred!" Mrs Weasley yelled. "You aren't involved in this!" She turned back to Harry and Ron. "How long? JUST TELL ME HOW LONG YOU HAVE DONE THAT SICK THING BEHIND MY BACK?!" "Since our fifth year," Harry replied softly. "I really do love Ron and ... please don't act as though it is wrong. It can't be wrong. Not if it feels that good."  
  
The expression on Mrs Weasley's face was pure disgust. "Out of my sight. Both of you. GO!"  
  
Ron cried harder now. "Mum, please."  
  
"GO! YOU ARE SO SICK!"  
  
Ron's father put a hand on his wife's arm. "Molly, please stop that. There's no use in saying these things to them. It was kind of obvious that this would happen some day."  
  
Everyone, including Neville who had been hiding under the table, listened to him now.  
  
"They have always been really close to each other and sometimes when they thought no one was looking ... well ... the way they looked at each other spoke more than words could. And if they do want to love each other they have my support," Mr Weasley ended his little speech firmly.  
  
"B-but ..." Mrs Weasley wasn't used to her husband standing up to her. "Very well. Who else thinks that they are right with this?"  
  
Fred and George raised their hands as well as Ginny and Neville.  
  
"Fine," Mrs Weasley said cooly. "Then please leave this house. All of you. And don't you dare and come back."  
  
They all stared at her. "Didn't you listen? GOOO!!!"  
  
Before anyone could do or say anything against it, Ron had jumped up and Disapparated. After more of Molly Weasley's yells the rest of the family, except Mr Weasley left, too.  
  
Harry Apparated to his and Ron's apartment, but the moment he entered he knew it was empty. It was like all happiness had vanished from the place.  
  
Harry sat down on the couch and waited. Ron, however, didn't come back. Later on he could never tell how long he had been waiting, but when the twins Apparated into the living room it was around ten in the evening.  
  
"Where's Ron?" they asked immediately.  
  
"He hasn't come back and you know he has a real gift with hiding himself. He's ... gone."  
  
At that moment an owl flew through the window and dropped a letter into Harry's lap. He opened the envelope quickly and read through; his hands were trembling and he handed it over to the twins.  
  
How weird, Potter. You have been chasing me and I have caught your little toy. If you want him back you'd better stop going after me.  
  
"Your man"  
  
Ron's and his target had obviously proven to be too dangerous to handle and Harry had let down the one he loved again. 


	4. Heartache every Moment

Salt in our Wounds  
  
Disclaimer: Still not mine.  
  
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! They mean a lot to me!  
  
Chapter 4 (Heartache every Moment)  
  
The next few days seemed like a very long, very uninteresting theatre play to Harry; he saw faces, heard voices, but nothing he really cared about. All that he wanted was for the door to open and to see his beloved Ron run into his arms like always. That didn't happen, however. People like the current Minister of Magic (Percy Weasley, the youngest Minister EVER!) had come to see Harry and comfort him, but nothing could really help Harry. He didn't even know where to look for and he was completely lost without Ron who had usually done all the research for him. One day while Harry was just sitting on the couch like usually, the front door's door handle announced a new visitor: "Mad Eye Moody and Mr Dobby ... whatever."  
  
Harry frowned. Why would Mad Eye and Dobby visit him **together**? He shrugged and told the door to open itself and so it did. Mad Eye had barely stepped in, before he pressed himself against the wall, obviously checking out if there were any enemies out to get him. Dobby jumped in, looking very unhappy.  
  
"Ohhh ... Master Harry, it's aaawful!" the Elf sobbed.  
  
Harry made a face like he had just bitten into a lemon; he KNEW that! He didn't need a hysteric House Elf to remind him of his loss.  
  
"Wheezy's gone!" Dobby sobbed louder.  
  
"He knows that already you fool!" Mad Eye grumbled and came in. "Hello there, Mr Potter."  
  
"Hello," Harry replied dully; he wasn't really keen on company now.  
  
"Just in case you were wondering: That fool works for me now. Dumbledore talked me into taking him. Shouldn't have done so," he muttered under his breath.  
  
Huge teardrops were trickling over Dobby's cheeks now. "Oh Harry," he whispered. "It's AWFUL!"  
  
"I know it is, Dobby! I fucking know!"  
  
Dobby stared at Harry; he had never heard him use such foul language before and he was obviously shocked that his hero could ever do something like that.  
  
"There, there," Moody said. "No need for that now. We're here to help you."  
  
Harry was surprised; it would have been such an obvious idea to ask Mad Eye for help. He hadn't even considered it before.  
  
"Help me? But how? I don't even know who it is!"  
  
"Well, we actually do have more information than we could ever hope to get. This is not an ordinary kidnapping, boy. I have heard that this kidnapper was your target before he kidnapped your ... ummm ... partner. And he called you Potter in that note of his, so he obviously **knows** who you are."  
  
Harry thought for a moment. Potter ... it sounded so familiar. Well, of course it did, it was his name after all, but still ... something about the way the kidnapper had used it seemed so familiar.  
  
"Well, boy," Moody continued. "You can't have any deadly enemies like I have. You boys have just finished your Auror training after all, so who could want to harm you? Since all of this isn't about Mr Weasley, but more about yourself. Someone wants to take the thing you love most away."  
  
Harry had the suspicion that Mad Eye Moody **knew** that Ron was more than a partner to him.  
  
"Well, Voldemort is dead and gone, so ... no."  
  
Potter ...  
  
Potter ...  
  
Potter ...  
  
"WAIT! Do you remember what he said after I had defeated Voldmort?! 'Don't you think you are done with doing this. There is more evil in the world than him, Potter.' It's Snape!"  
  
Moody considered that for a moment. "But he's in Hogwarts. He couldn't have done it. He's a teacher after all and you haven't seem him in quite a long time. Why would he do that after three years?"  
  
Harry thought about this for a moment. Mad Eye was probably right, but still ... he knew that this Potter thing came from his Hogwarts time.  
  
"But who would do this to me? WHO?"  
  
"Well, obviously it's the same person who you have been hunting after for your job. This dark wizard's victims know. Haven't you ever asked them?"  
  
"Of course I have," Harry answered irritably. "But they won't tell me. They are all too frightened. I'm not sure what he has told them, but they are ... afraid."  
  
"What about young Miss Parkinson? I think the key to all of this lies with her. She's a Pureblood after all. Why would a dark Wizard want to harm a Slytherin who is obviously quite interested in the Dark Arts herself. Has been engaged to that Malfoy kid, I think."  
  
Harry sighed. "She didn't even let me in. Actually I was going to get a permission to get into her house by Portkey since she has used some ... well ...dangerous, not to mention forbidden spells to protect it."  
  
Mad Eye nodded. "She is hiding the truth, Potter. Ask her and you will get the truth."  
  
~ * ~  
  
After the terrible lunch at the Weasley's house Ronjust Apparated away. He just wanted to get away and the first place that he could think of was Diagon Alley. He was so excited, though and so he had gone to a place just a few metres away from Diagon Alley, but it was a bad place: Knockturn Alley. The street was deserted which was quite weird since it was day, but he didn't have time to worry about that. Ron knew that this was the worst place he could have landed and he immediately went to look for the way back, when he was grabbed from behind. He wanted to scream, but the person put their hand over his mouth and rammed their knee into his back so hard tears ran down his face. The person was strong and easily dealed with Ron. The redhead struggled, even considered biting for a moment, but then a sudden blow to his head knocked him out and the world before his eyes vanished.  
  
When he woke up it was cold, damp and dark. He groaned and tried to get up, but to no avail: His wrists and ankles were bound with robes; he frowned. If his kidnapper had been a wizard he would have simply cast a spell on him, no need for these ropes.  
  
He tried to get up again, but the hot, searing pain in his back reminded him of the other blow he had received. The redhead tried to see something, see where he was, but it was just too dark. He laid back down and waited; after five minutes or so a cold, green light appeared in front of him and he looked into a face he hadn't seen in a long and which he had never wanted to see again.  
  
"YOU!"  
  
Ron's kidnapper laughed, cold and high-pitched. "Yes, it's me! In all my glory!"  
  
TBC 


	5. Endless Dark

Salt in our Wounds  
  
Disclaimer: See previous chapters. Parkinson Manor and Angus Mayfair belong to me.  
  
A/N: Thanks for the reviewies! ::happy tears:: And keep in mind that these chapter titles are song titles.  
  
Chapter 5 (Endless Dark)  
  
Two days later Harry was standing in front of Parkinson Manor, looking at his Portkey. It had been Moody's idea to use a Muggle-style lighter; when you lit it it transported you to the living room in Parkinson Manor. He wondered how Pansy would react if he just appeared in her living room. She had never liked Harry and she wasn't his favourite person either, but she was his last hope. He lit the lighter and the Portkey immediately took him inside, past all the spells Pansy had cast. Gracefully he landed in front of a huge armchair in which Pansy Parkinson sat; Harry sneered: The years hadn't made Pansy prettier.  
  
"What are you doing her?" the ex-Slytherin shrieked. "You are not supposed to be in here and ..."  
  
"I'm an Auror," Harry said firmly. "It is my duty to come here and interrogate you. Trust me, I don't enjoy this either, but if you just tell me everything now I'll be out before you can say 'Quidditch'."  
  
Pansy grinned. "They have the Weasel. That's why you're here, aren't you?" She started singing 'Weasley is our King' and Harry felt like he would have to slap her if she didn't stop soon.  
  
"That's right, Pansy. What do you know about this?"  
  
"Nothing. Just what Angus told me."  
  
"Angus?"  
  
"My husband! Mr Mayfair," Pansy replied irritably. "And in case you were going to ask me WHO performed the Cruciatus spell on me and kidnapped the Weasel: I don't know! That person had a masc. Whoever it was did the same to Draco, why don't you go and ask him?"  
  
Harry thought for a moment.  
  
Potter ...  
  
Potter ...  
  
Potter ...  
  
"Why would anyone do that to Draco? His blood is as pure as a wizard's blood can be."  
  
Pansy shrugged. "I don't care. I mean, all I want is that this won't happen to **me** again."  
  
"I thought he was your fiance once?"  
  
"Right, he **was**. That was before I met Angus. Then I dropped him."  
  
"**You** dropped **HIM**?"  
  
"I know about the little rumours he spread, that he dropped me for Goyle's cousin, but it's not true. Poor girl ... died during the war."  
  
A painful expression got a hold of Harry's face. Goyle's cousin had been to an all girl's school for witches and so he had never really met her before, but Rita Skeeter had written a few articles about the 'handsome Malfoy heir' and the 'beautiful Lady Goyle'. To Harry she had always looked like a fawn with her huge brown eyes.  
  
"All right then, Pansy." He lit the lighter yet again and it took him back to his and Ron's apartment.  
  
In the afternoon Mad Eye Moody and Dobby visited Harry once again. After Harry had told them about his visit at Parkinson Manor Mad Eye didn't say anything for quite some time until he finally decided to share his thoughts with Harry.  
  
"I'm not sure about that one, my lad. I'm sure that she said the truth about not knowing who did this to her, but she ... supposes something. And we have to find out what it is."  
  
"I could ask Angus Mayfair," Harry suggested.  
  
"Better not. But I will have that House Elf talk to some other House Elves. Maybe we can find out something that way."  
  
That night Harry went to bed early, lonely as every night since Ron had been torn away from him. Without his sweet angel in his arms the darkness seemed to much to bear and again and again he had to mutter: "Lumos." After two hours he had enough, got up and dressed and Apparated to the twins' apartment in Diagon Alley. They were not very surprised when they saw Harry in their living room.  
  
"We thought you would never come," Fred said and cast a spell on a toy broomstick.  
  
"Are there any news?" George asked.  
  
Worry was written in his face and his hands were shaking slightly.  
  
"No ... Pansy says she doesn't know anything, but Malfoy has been attacked, too."  
  
Fred raised an eyebrow. "Malfoy? Why would any Muggle-hater want to attack HIM? He's a Pureblood! That's weird." Harry nodded. "I know. But why would she lie about that?"  
  
Harry and the twins kept discussing the matters, before the twins led Harry to their guest bedroom and went to sleep in their own.  
  
Meanwhile Ron was shivering in the cold cellar where his kidnappers had taken him. He cursed his fate and most of all the person who done this to him. There was no light to guide him ... no Harry. How would he get out of this? Would he get out of this at all? Or would this be his last adventure ...?  
  
A/N: Muahahahahahahaha, you STILL don't know who it is!!! 


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